She bounded over rocks and rotting logs. She could hear the gravel respirator behind her as she felt the shadow of the monster that was chasing her. Like a faun being chased by a wolf, she didn't dare look back, however it felt as though she was just going in circles. Never escaping. Never leaving. There was no way out. No matter how hard to push her pace, she should have known better than to out run her looming doom. It always seemed to end the same with herself being engulfed in the darkness with a faint red glow of his saber in the distant before she woke up. Breathing heavily, she felt her clothes cling to her body from the preparation. Always out of breath and so how more exhausted than when she had fallen asleep.

Once she was able to collect her nerves, she threw on the cape her new friend had given to her since the cold season on Ahch-To was not something her body had gotten acclimated to yet. Coming of the small hut, she found a plate of rations ready for her by the dying fire. With a sigh she sat on a makeshift chair as she took her time to enjoy the little food she was given. With the old Jedi nowhere to found, the young scavenger took the time to get lost in her own thoughts. These nightmares seem to just get worse and worse. An ever looming doom just seemed to weigh heavier and heavier on her shoulders. It almost felt like the monster was still in her mind much like when he integrated her on Starkiller Base. Haunting her, searching her, reaching for her as if to try a gobble her whole. To have her drown in his darkness and make forgot her own existence. A chill ran up her spine before shook the thought out of her head. There was no time to be a coward right now. Not when she had to keep in mind that she was still on her mission. Finishing up the last of her blue milk, she made her way to a wall to etch in her 156th tic.

Old habits seemed to never die. Counting the days seemed to put her at ease and remind her why she was there. So now it was to climb up those familiar stairs to find the old Jedi meditating on the cliff side. She took her seat on boulder nearby and waited till the sun began to rise. Every day they had been doing this same routine since Chewbacca and BB-8 left with the Millennuim Falcon. Once the sun had shone with it pride in the east, Master Luke would address the young scavenger.

"Your dreams have gotten worse I'm sensing," he spoke, breaking the peaceful silence they were experiencing.

"Not much worse than usual," she replied as she watched the waves move to and fro in the distance.

"You feel that his presence is real which is probably what frightens you the most," the Jedi continued with his eyes close, staying his meditative state, "Strange has the Force can bring two opposite side together."

"I never asked for him to get inside my head," the scavenger scoffed, "He just seems to like being there every night and it always plays out the same way where I feel like I've been running for ages."

"Maybe it is a sign for you to return to the Resistance," Luke smirked as he faced her to acknowledge her.

"And turn up emptied handed?" she laughed, "I was given orders not to leave until I knew you were going to help us and fight against the First Order."

Every day she had to explain to him why she couldn't leave him and every day it was the same answer.

"What good would I be in my advance age?" the elder knight chuckled as he raised to his feet, "There is point in you being here, child. Go back. You would be more use with them than you are here."

"Everyone has to do their part," Rey was reluctant to say, "My job is to bring you back. I spent many years in that desert planet waiting. Some might say I'm pretty good at it."

Luke chuckled. Stubborn or prideful, there was no way of budging this girl. No wonder his sister felt this survivor of Jakku was suitable for this mission. So much determination in her just shown through.

"You're curious to know the son of Han Solo," he started as he took his spot next to her, "How someone with parents like his could be seduced to the dark side."

She furrowed her brow. She must have been very easy to read.

"All stories like that are more complicated than that," he sighed as he took this scavenger's hand, "Much liked how you were abandoned on Jakku and how I went from being a simple farm boy to a Jedi Master."

There was a pause as it seemed the old Jedi was about to open up old wounds he had no desire of opening. She study his face as tears began to build in his blue eyes. Each wrinkle and scar seemed to tell their own story to her. She drew herself closer and squeezed his hand for reassurance.

"Ben…," he chocked, trying to find his voice before continuing, "Ben is strong with the force. When I started training him, it was under the watchful eyes of his parents. Though Leia beamed with pride, Han had his reservation especially as he got older and stronger. This caused to a lot of arguments between the two of them where Ben was always caught in the middle of them. It was under my suggestion that I take Ben under my wing full time, to have him help rebuild the Knight of the Old Republic now that there was a new found order to this galaxy. When they agreed, Ben and I began our journey to Coruscant where the Jedi Temple of his grandfather still stood. Leia would visit as often as she could. Han was rather absent during this time in his life. Over the years of his training, he seemed to catch a lot of attention of this menacing creature who went by the name of Snoke. Often Snoke would visit the temple to watch his progress as well as the slow growth of the Jedi Knights. I had warned Ben of the dark feelings I got every time this monster came by. As he became an adolescent, he became more rebellious and reckless when we went on missions together. One night when we had returned from a visit to Naboo, he confided that he had seen his father on that planet in the arms of another woman, disappearing into an apartment. Ben had talked about the hate and anger he had felt when he saw this. I tried to console him, but it was no use. That was when I felt the darkness take root in him. I had hoped that Leia would be able to help on her next visit, but that seemed to make the situation worse. She had explained to Ben that she and his father a felt it was best that the two of the separated with her being now playing a large role as senate and with rise of a new threat known now as the First Order. That was when Snoke swooped in. Snatching him away from the Light, from his parents, from me and turned him to the Dark Side. I remember hearing the cry of the Younglings and other Jedi as Ben took the form of Kylo Ren. I had failed him. I failed to save him. With that I gave the coordinates to my RT unit and left to find the first Jedi temple with hopes to find peace once again."

A gentle touch came to his cheek as he felt the young scavenger wiped away some stray tears. Funny, he didn't even know he was crying at the time. She then drew him into a hug as more tears seemed to fall. He trembled in her arms and she felt his torment. So many years he had tried to find peace on this deselect island, to repress those memories of his nephew's fall into darkness, and maybe come to end of his life here. Rey somehow felt that kinship with the old Jedi. Being stuck in a desert for so long, makes you hope that what you're experiencing is nothing more than a dream and that you'll awake to a new reality. For him it was the hope that his nephew would be leading a new legion of Jedi.

"I pushed for this," he quivered, " I pushed and pushed thinking it was for the best and in the end, there was no way to stop this. I knew this was going to happen, hoping to stop it, but in the end I was too weak. Now do you see what little use I am to the Resistance? The days of the Jedi are long dead."

"And there is why I cannot leave you," she finally said, "I know somewhere inside you there is hope. In the way I see you meditate every morning, in the way I see you continue your Jedi training."

Luke looked up into her hazel eyes and felt as if he was seeing someone from his past shining through her, but he shoved it off as just a trick of the light.

"I made contact to the Resistance base," he said as he straighten himself up, "A ship will be arriving tonight. We must ready ourselves."

She smiled with glee. Finally, a step in the right direction.


He found himself at the entrance of an old temple. It seemed long abandoned with some of its pillars missing and where vines and other plants seemed to have taken root in its walls. The structure looked like it fall at any minute if it weren't for the nature intervening. His legs seemed to know where they were going as it entered this secured place. Lanterns ignited as he traveled down the long corridor, revealing what seem to be various markings. Battle wounds mostly, he assumed, but that meant nothing to him. When he reached the end of his path, he looked in awe of what he was seeing. A bright beam of light shown in the center of the room. What brilliants this light produced in front of him, breathe taking. As he got closer to it, he noticed a slender figure hovering in the middle of it. When he was close enough he felt like he knew the curve of the face, the long flowing hair, and he felt a stir in him the longer he stared. When he reached out to the figure in the light, it began to descend and rest gently in his arms. To his surprise he knew this figure.

"Scavenger?" he gasped as he kneel to the floor to provide better support for the feminine body in his hold.

He could see every freckle on her face, the curve of her lashes, and the gold highlights in her hair. He had forgotten how beautiful this raw desert flower was. As his eyes drifted lower, he found that her body was naked. When she started to stir in his arms, he turned his head so his brown eyes met her hazel ones. A dazed look played on her face as her lip slowly curled into a smile. Snaking her slender arms around his neck, bringing his face closer and closer till their noses were grazing each other before he felt her soft lips against his. So sweet she tasted, like a mixture of honey blossoms and oranges. With a light nip on his bottom, made him gasp, letting her tongue sneak in to caress his. He found himself becoming intoxicate with her kisses. He could feel her hand wondering to unclasp his cape. When he pulled out of the kiss, he had noticed the scene had changed. Now they were surrounded by soft pillows and blanket with a fire burns in the background and candles scattered around them. He looked down at the woman underneath him. Wild was her hair. Her skin seemed to glow as she stared into his eye with that same dazed look. Her breast were small with pink, erect nipples. Her stomach flat, but lean with some faint scars. When his gaze got lower was when the young lady spoke up.

"Stop staring." He looked up to see a hint of red developing on her cheeks.

He smirked as he lowered his head to capture her lips once more. His fingertips grazed along the sides of her body as he felt her rake her finger through his hair. He raised a knee to part her legs, making her gasp as she felt it brush against a sensitive spot. He planted gentle kisses along her jawline and neck. When he found the right spot, he took hold of it with his teeth as one of his hands found her breast. Massaging the soft mound, he found she would moan and groan louder as he flicked and pinched the pink nipple.

His mouth travel to her should, about to suckle on her sweet tit till a loud thump brought him out of the dream he was having.

"Master Ren," spoke the voice over the intercom.

He groaned. So close he was this time. Throwing the sheets off his body and shuffled to the control panel near his door.

"This better be important," he growled.

"Superior Leader Snoke will be arriving soon."

With a sigh, he dismissed the Stormtrooper.

Kylo Ren sat on the edge of his bed, running his fingers through his hair. Always the same dream where he felt himself getting closer to having his way with the exotic desert flower and every time there was something that pulled him out of them. It was terrifying that he was having these dreams and when they ended abruptly, it left him with a sense of longing. He wanted her. He wanted these dreams to be real. He needed release. Just once and then he'll feel sane again. He stood up and make his way to his private bathroom. Turning on the water, he allowed the coldness engulf him, to bring him out of this state of arousal. Sighing, he allowed his eyes to close and his mind drift to another place. There was her face again with that dazed look, hair wild, face flush, beckoning him to kiss her, to touch her. He could feel her light touches on his neck and shoulders as her fingers brushed against his skin.

"Ben," this desert nymph cooed before another loud call over the intercom brought him back to the shower.

"Superior Leader Snoke's aircraft in range. 20 minutes till landing. All personal report to the landing bay."

"Damn," he groaned.


Author Note: Because I've been reading a lot of Reylo smut and figured why not just contribute. Everyone needs to release their dirty thoughts so why not on the internet. Not sure where I'm going with this story, but let's just enjoy this journey.